Fragile Forgiveness

Vivienne’s POV

The next two days were a blur. I slept little, ate almost nothing, and practically lived in the same wrinkled dress beneath an oversized, borrowed sweatshirt. I divided my time between Nell’s apartment and the hospital, moving like someone who existed only halfway in her body.

The thought of going back to the mansion, the place that had become my home these past few months, made my